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você diz que você me ama
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
um com você
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são

 



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